We were never really that close. I was always closer to my dad than anyone. My mom went crazy at a fairly early age, so I have mostly bad memories o...f her, but this one time we had a great day and I thought about that as I went through the row of stoplights that made up the main drag in Grayson. As we passed the Wal-Mart, I thought back to when it was just an empty field. So many new things had been recently constructed, it was amazing to see Grayson becoming a thriving metropolis as. Mitchell was relentless, working for hours and hours, days and days. Mitchell even stayed home sick in attempt to get more time to work on his machine. With multiple failed attempts and nearly 5 months of sitting at his computer coding and creating, his machine was finally complete. Mitchell was proud of his machine, it was a small cube about 4 inches long, an embarrassment to his small penis. The machine could fix in his pocket and with a small attachment to his glasses was capable of altering. You know what I mean, each time you get your hopes up, thinking they really can't be as bad as you remember, and each time you walk away disappointed, shaking your head at some stupid mistake they've made (in the case of this particular superstore, not being able to separate out rump steaks from fillet on the shelf, leaving them all piled in a big heap in the middle that I had to sort out) but I'm going off track again. The point is I was doing a boring job, I was in a bad mood and my status. Our hands touch all over. He is so soft and sorta chubby. I kiss his nipples and bit gently. “Oh, baby, you are so sexy” he say to me. I reach down and undo his towel and see his dick stand up, hard. My fingers wrap around most way and I caress up and down. It so sexy to see it hard for me. I look his eyes and lick and kiss his belly and down. Nice smell of man. His dark, very dark, skin now sweat and sexy. I wanna get his cock really hard to fuck me. I lick it and his balls too. .